Whispers In The Wind

Gone are the days of morning glows Gone are the days of sweet promises Shade slowly covers their smiles As the breeze carries their love, leaving a thousand sighs. Questions fluttering in the wind, Trying to reach beyond the starry, midnight sky, The urge to leave that lonesome hut; Where, promises of their love, sweetly starts. Where did it go wrong? Why does it have to end? Until when, the pain remains? Until love will come back to where it has been? The aroma of the summer’s breeze, Savors in the misty air Carrying whispers in the wind, Promise a new love, a new dawn A love returning home The whispers of yesterday The whispers of our memories.